Page 40 of Deadly Sweet

Walker scoffs. “Don’t think we’re stupid enough to believe your name is Barney.”

“Why not?” she asks, cocking a brow at him. “What’s wrong with the name?”

I grin like an idiot. Oh, she’s just what Walker needs to get the stick out of his ass. His reasoning on not having an Omega is a whole other story that goes beyond work overtaking his life. But that’s his story to tell, not mine.

“What is your name?” he asks, stepping closer to her.

“Barney,” she says.

“You're full of shit.” Walker’s nostrils flare, getting irritated with the little Omega. Me? I think it’s love at first sight on my end.

“We all are.” She shrugs. “It’s how it goes.”

“Wait, what?” Walker frowns.

“Shit. Everyone has it in them.”

I can’t hold in the laugh that slips free, and Walker snaps his eyes over to me. “Don’t encourage her bullshit, Caleb.”

The sound of a car pulling up has us all pausing. Looking over, I see that it’s not a car but a limo.

Stopping, the door opens and out walks my little sister. I grin. I’ve missed the little pain in my ass.

You might be wondering how a cop can be so comfortable being related to a mafia boss. Easy, no one knows. And we help each other out. My sister kills the evil of this world, and I put it behind bars. It’s the same job, just on different fronts.

Have I killed? Yes, on the job. But I would be lying if I said the way she works didn’t pique my interest.

“Duchess!” the Omega yells, running over to her.

The two women start to talk, and I take this opening to check on my bestie. Looking over, I find Jake watching us all, his hands shoved into his pockets, a look of pain, confusion, and shock etched into his face.

Frowning, I walk over to him. “Hey, man. What’s wrong? I know this is like a big shock to us all. An exciting shock, but a big one. I know how you feel about finding your Omega, and man, we haven’t given up, and I won’t until the day that I die.” I lay my hand on his shoulder. “I promised you that. And I’m going to keep that promise. You don’t have to feel obligated to be with...” I frown. “I don’t know her name yet.” I laugh. “She said it was Barney, but I think she’s just fucking with us. She’s pretty, funny, a whole lot of crazy, but I mean, I think it’s hot.” I grin.

“Savannah,” he says in the softest voice, swallowing hard. His haunted eyes shift over to mine, shifting his attention away from Duchess and the Omega.

“Yeah, I know your Omega’s name, bud.” I think he’s in a lot more shock than I thought. “And we’re going to find her. When we do, we will make it work. We can still have a pack with two Omegas.” I have no idea if that's true or not, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. The way my Little Omega comes off, she would stab first and ask questions later.

“No.” He shakes his head. “Savannah.”

“Okay...” I frown. “I’m not understanding.”

“Caleb,” he croaks. “That...” he points towards the limo. “IsSavannah.”

I blink at him, trying to process his words. “Savannah... as in the Omega we’ve been looking for for five years?” The Omega he lost and has been heartbroken over ever since.

“Yes.” Tears fill his eyes.

I frown harder. “I’ve seen her photo.” I’ve spent hours looking at photos of her, memorising every inch of her face. “She doesn’t have blonde hair.”

“She must have bleached it, but Caleb, that's her. I could smell her the moment we walked by the alley. That’s why I stopped.”

After spending less than an hour at the club, Walker suggested we leave, and we all agreed. We were done with that scene and found a nice little bar that wasn’t too packed. We had some drinks, played some pool, and just had a fun time.

We were on our way to get some takeout before calling a taxi when Jake stumbled to a stop. I thought it was because he saw the Omega with the dead body, but I was wrong.

“You're sure?” I search his eyes.

“By looks, no, but I know what Savannah smells like. I know my Omega’s scent.” He pulls his hat off and runs a hand through his hair. “Caleb, it’s her.”

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